Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come this

(scratched)
got a few things I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
'cause the wrath of the gift be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the crews got and yelled RAID
Like a couple of roaches, as approaches,
a brother'll this
Another ferocious jam, I smother the
I hover the land of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the clip and then bo bo the gun
And a once in a munch chest, in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees sounds like these
Run over enemies and I in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere
when I'm here,
earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet
I'm a dog, through the jungle
wit a hoodie and black hat choppin ?noonsies?
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm
do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound punks when the rap bump
Springin on the rhyme I man
Gifted when I'm off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, riff dipshits
This shit is the mischievous of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' flows
with a new flow medley outgrow you step back
To the black with a fat rap with a fat
with a little bit a in my napsack
Take it back to the brother
and I was stupid idiots like Tarzan
Givin' back to the brother man and get land,
man gimme it, its
How and tight wishin' into the depths
up in the sound in the of the jungle
wild with the art of the rumble,
never amount to be than Dumbo
'em mumble, make 'em humble,
Get me from the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the end never gonna end,
set a trend the maniac mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you your day job
my never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a beat
Rappers fail to attack me, like a with the slack g
I 'em like acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
Mindless cretins through idiosynchrosy
up, rising up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up the deep, dank murkiness
No telling is lurking
I hero it, but will I a jerkin
I proceed to bust a
'cause I trust the finer design in the of the rhyme
Just impossible to find
What a disgrace to the race of wack
I am because I to stand my ground
FIRM and the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
All I know is we've every entry attained
And strained the game, and what I'm tryin' to explain is
The we're creepin' the more we find sleepin'
And slippin' just shootin' dead on a mission
Its missin' the reason the gift we've given the rhythm
'cause that the way we've been livin
And thrive in the essence, survive and its
To recognize analyzing ?the bo?
Surprises the lame in this and tryin'
To get you to buy into their world
Can it be the ?emina? bones
of the fellas and men thats my culture
Can't understand every breast you touch
was as up scun? be one hung motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and I'm -- meaning to say is that
The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, attack
I we already established the wackness
in the cemented jungle
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin'
me in a cannibalistic style, but I just smile and
Silence 'em the lambs, they all the whole flock
We just one magic style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole while
Not trippin no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines
Or over no line at the
of whippin' 'em like a glock in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the of the journey
Not in time, but in the
the camels being loaded up
The men, loading up
a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the very
Of a myserious place -- a very mysterious
What's I see? Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I can't even describe you, so I ain't gon' try...hmmmm
Making of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you knew
You knew Lyrics Born was a off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the off your bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics Born came out his stomach
covered the lyrics that kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can make rhyme
And have the goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even
Still take the time big up ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Asia Born, little bottle
Or that you would even be lightly concerned with little, little
That you would tug at the line, the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs
You even back a sliver roach, you know
That type shit, and then watch me wreck stage
Boy I got your daddy's style hangin' around my waist
And then watch me -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just little rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Lyrics Born made lyrics born, lyrics born
And then suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be
"Do you remember me?" No,
And you used to play my record on the way to the